We had a Goodbye Luncheon for Aunty D yesterday since she’s relocating this week. It was lovely – her children, E and G were there, and Mr. H was our speaker that day, and everyone was in a happy mood so the lunch was a rather rowdy affair. So I took the opportunity to hide in the nursery for the duration – I’ve never enjoyed crowds, but this one I was sure I didn’t want to face. I was pretending like nothing’s happening, see, and Aunty D isn’t leaving – we were just having one of our usual pot lucks.
I admit it – denial is not a good coping strategy, so I’ll say goodbye now and mail this to Aunty D when I remember to ask Mommy what her new address is. Aunty D was the one who told me to play a broken chord at the end of a hymn so the congregation could sense when the next verse would start ( I was 15 ish, and she was giving me accompaniment tips), she brought me soft food treats when I got my wisdom teeth out, and when I flew home from OR she and Aunty K made sure our kitchen was fully stocked with nice things, including the non-dairy milk alternatives I like. (I have no idea how she knew that.)
These are just a few of the things I’ve appreciated about Aunty D since I’ve known her. She’s known me since birth, so, we go back a long way. I started avoiding goodbyes after the 3rd Hospital in OR – it was then that I understood my life had become a long string of goodbyes and I didn’t want to participate anymore. But sometimes, “goodbye” is part of the ebb and flow of life. This is a good time for Aunty D to be moving, and I’m sure she’ll enjoy the weather, and being near G. I’d enjoy the weather, and being near G, too. So I’m giving Aunty D fair warning – we’re totally coming to visit. xoxo